Tag: DM

[Chorus]
Mama said “Every day is like this”
Breaking you down, roll you a spliff
But you come making it twist
Just so they know I got a grip
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
Baby I got me a list
Got some DM’s, right on that hit
Try on the coat, doing [?]
We in the lab, making these hits
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
And I stay right outside of the game
And tell my self “Don’t make no claims”
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Yeah, first bat in like 23
I might have to get off with me
Girl you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Baby, my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame

[Bridge]
That last for ever
But what about right now
Girl you’re my treasure
Let me show you how

[Verse 1]
I got six figures, [?] wit you
Get seven figures, [?]
You old dude, that’s a midget wit you
But you always let me hit it denture
Yeah you never turn me down
Yeah I gotta give you the crown, oh-yeah
Them other girls, I couldn’t feel
Nothing, I was cold inside
You a first person golden eye
You the last one, up on the [?]
I’m charged up, I’m in overdrive
But this love song I just [heard it right?]
Thought I never would say this

[Chorus]
Mama said “Every day is like this”
Breaking you down, roll you a spliff
But you come making it twist
Just so they know I got a grip
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
Baby I got me a list
Got some DM’s, right on that hit
Try on the coat, doing [?]
We in the lab, making these hits
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
And I stay right outside of the game
And tell my self “Don’t make no claims”
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Yeah, first bat in like 23
I might have to get off with me
Girl you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Baby, my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame

[Hook: Lil Baby]
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fucking tonight
Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
I can’t do this the rest of my life
Free the bros down the road doing life
Trying to sleep every night with a knife
Know it’s hard but you gotta survive
Man they got twenty deep on the flight
Going wherever we like
You can go with us too if you like
I’m on top and I’m hot it feel nice
Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
In the clouds we balling like Mike
Niggas be fake as fuck

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Soon as I get my money I’m gon blow it
Fuck that, I’ma take mine and put it up
I got some foreign baddies in my DM they hitting me up
They trying to get on the plane today and come hit me up
She had the finest brain that I ever had
I gave her everything that I never had
I’m going next level on some more shit
These niggas dead broke on some hoe shit
Running that money up til I get tired
He said I wouldn’t make it he lied
He calling me out [?]
I’m doing that shit for the guys
She looked at my side like ‘Who is that guy?’
That’s my lil brother G5
They call him Stephen, I call him Curry
That nigga shoot out your eye

[Hook: Lil Baby]
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fucking tonight
Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
I can’t do this the rest of my life
Free the bros down the road doing life
Trying to sleep every night with a knife
Know it’s hard but you gotta survive
Man they got twenty deep on the flight
Going wherever we like
You can go with us too if you like
I’m on top and I’m hot it feel nice
Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
In the clouds we balling like Mike
Niggas be fake as fuck

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Residue on me I’m fresh out the trap (bando)
I got a dose on my lap
I keep the ratchet like [?]
Hundred round shots in the strap
I’m on their face like a slap
You think you know me you jap (lingo)
I hit your bitch she was wide open
I’m in her stomach like cramps
(Yeah, what’d you do? How’d you do it?)
Soon as I got my money I ran through it
(I fucked up some commas)
I couldn’t believe I said something, I thought I blew it
(I thought it was all gone)
I just downed a whole pint, I’m under the influence
Then I popped an Adderall to give me endurance
I’m up I cannot get tired, your bitch on molly she wired
[?] with Moneybagg Myers
Plenty chains, clang clang, 50k plain Jane
Go get some money quit saying you can’t
They thought I was born in the vault of the bank

[Hook: Lil Baby]
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fucking tonight
Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
I can’t do this the rest of my life
Free the bros down the road doing life
Trying to sleep every night with a knife
Know it’s hard but you gotta survive
Man they got twenty deep on the flight
Going wherever we like
You can go with us too if you like
I’m on top and I’m hot it feel nice
Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
In the clouds we balling like Mike
Niggas be fake as fuck

[Chorus]
I just wanna fuck Demi
Nut on her titties
Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it
I just wanna fuck Demi
Bitch fuck with me
I know you like Charlie
Bitch don’t be stingy

[Verse: Comethazine]
Take off your top, take off your socks
I know you not a slut bitch I know you not a thot
Bitch I like that
Let me hit it from the back
Let me take off my pants
Let me put away my strauss
Bitch don’t be scared cuz you know I got your back
Let me take you out, let’s go buy a house
Let’s go fuck some bands up
Blow a hunnid thousand
Yes bitch I’m rich, I know you rich too
I don’t give a fuck about your man he a duff
Baby lets duck off
Lets go smoke some buff
Lets go hit the stu
I know you like to sing
You gon be my bitch if I buy your access ring
Check your DM hoe, why the fuck you playin
I hit you everyday, but your ass ain’t seeing
But your ass will and when you do it sober
Imma get your fucking name tatted on my shoulder
I just signed a deal
My wrist got colder
I just wanna fuck Demi Lovato when I’m older

[Chorus]
I just wanna fuck Demi
Nut on her titties
Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it
I just wanna fuck Demi
Bitch fuck with me
I know you like Charlie
Bitch don’t be stingyI just wanna fuck Demi
Nut on her titties
Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it
I just wanna fuck Demi
Bitch fuck with me
I know you like Charlie
Bitch don’t be stingy

[Hook]
Just cause you’re clever
Don’t disclose where I was
You slid in my head, told me I’m the one
Am I supposed to take you serious?
You want me to take you serious
It’s gon’ take more then some [?], Fendi
Really, for real, boy for real
For me to take you serious
You want me to take you serious
Uh-huh

[Verse 2]
You want me to take you serious?
Gotta show me something
Ain’t no used to fronting
This a million you’s, tryna be the only one
And I’m just here stunting
Styling, Gucci slides on the island
Diamonds on my medallion
Shoes is Itallian, bag Coco Chanel
Bundles of ‘ported foreign, and I ain’t get ’em on sale
Aha, wrist got me flexing, when I talk on my cell
You don’t wanna swipe me? Oh well
Know somebody who will
That’s real, I don’t love ’em, I don’t trust ’em
If he ain’t got hustle, don’t fuck him
That’s gang, he a sucker
DM’s full of body’s like the nudes I sent
Snapchat me the filter, for every mood I’m in
It shouldn’t be news when I win
That ain’t nothing new
They see how I did the coupe
Dip low, when I slide through
They see how I did the roof
Dip low when I ride to
So if I call him boo
Just know he the fucking truth
That’s real

[Bridge]
I’m serious like a heart attack
Boy you know I got that water wet
I told him boy don’t play
Diamond rings, private jets
Yeah, daddy I want all of that
For me to take you serious
Them diamonds ain’t real
Them diamonds ain’t real
You want me to take you serious
You and I
You want me to take you serious
But you ain’t trying

[Hook]
Just cause you’re clever
Don’t disclose where I was
You slid in my head, told me I’m the one
Am I supposed to take you serious?
You want me to take you serious
It’s gon’ take more then some [?], Fendi
Really, for real, boy for real
For me to take you serious
You want me to take you serious
Uh-huh

[Chorus]
You’re mine that’s how that goes, how that goes
I don’t wanna share I want you all alone, all alone
I get in my feeling when you entertain hoes, when you entertain hoes
Baby you are mine that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know

[Verse 1]
You know niggas want me I pay it no mind
Niggas in my DM all the fucking time
I just curve niggas and they stand in line
I treat ’em like pigs and I don’t fuck with [?]
Hit my line whenever you need me I be your time
Fine as wine, me and you together equal shine
Cause I’ll take a gun charge if we gotta ride
And you like my draco, boy you stay right by my side
I get a crazy feeling whenever you look in my eyes, butterflies
You leave me alone that could be my demise
We can rise, take the time to build the biggest enterprise
Or we could slide like Bonnie and Clyde dodging [?] time
For you I would do it far more than a million time
Catch a grenade, take a bullet, baby I would die
Just to show you that I owe you for changing my life
All I know is me and you that is why you mine

[Chorus]
You’re mine that’s how that goes, how that goes
I don’t wanna share I want you all alone, all alone
I get in my feeling when you entertain hoes, when you entertain hoes
Baby you are mine that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know

[Verse 2]
My drug, my plug, boy you keep me faded
On every social page better say that you taken
All this hard work we put in just to make it
I’ll beat a hoe to sleep if she ever tryna break it
Make me fall in love then you wonder why I’m crazy, it’s brazy
I be spazzin’, I was dropped as a baby
Get on one knee so I know that it’s real
I wanna be dressed in all white like cocaine in the 80’s
I’m lost in your love, everything you do amaze me
My feelings on the table, my emotions are naked
So whatever you do be sure to keep it 1K with me
Don’t ever be shady, don’t ever try to play me
Don’t ever time to a bitch if she hate me
Let’s go get this money boy we can’t be lazy
We match together everything could be gravy
[?] Molly Brazy forever now that’s wavy

[Chorus]
You’re mine that’s how that goes, how that goes
I don’t wanna share I want you all alone, all alone
I get in my feeling when you entertain hoes, when you entertain hoes
Baby you are mine that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah!
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)
Them niggas that flex in the back don’t say nothin them niggas will kill for me
Backends I got ’em asleep, on fleek
100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)
Bitch I’m a dog, give my treat
Hop out the frog and leap (leap!)
I put them bricks in the Phantom, my bitch she walk around like she Kris Jenner
I used to break and then enter
Then Takeoff run ’em like the game of temple
It’s simple, I play with the mental
Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)
Canada ’cause I’m a money symbol
Walking with the racks I’m looking crippled (money!)
Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her!)
A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!)
Not from L.A. but I clip her (brrr!)
Double my cup, pour a triple
Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)
I’m not your average or typical (I’m not your)
Look at my wrist and it’s critical (look at the)
Hold it up, droppin’ the temperature (droppin’ the)
I get that bag on the regular (bag!)
I got a bag on my cellular (brrr!)
Backing up, bagging up vegetables
Baggin’ up cookies, it’s medical (cookies!)
Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
Cocaine and lean, it’s federal
I take off, landin’ on Nebula
[?] 20 M’s on my schedule
(Takeoff!)

[Chorus: Quavo]
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
(It’s Gucci!)
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I know that you niggas gettin’ sick of me
These chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece
I won’t even like to freestyle for free
I put in the key and I ride the beat
I won’t even come out the house for free
I pay a nigga to drive for me
Jay-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me
I do what I want ‘cause I’m signed to me
I get the-I get the-I get the bag
They get the bag, had to cut it in half
Stop the comparing, y’all makin’ me laugh
Need the rehab, I’m addicted to cash
Convertible Wop, convertible top
My dope got a vertical, look at it hop (Skrrt-skkrt-skkrt)
And it jump out the pot came out of jail and went straight to the top
Take it easy baby
Middle of Summer I’m freezin’ baby
Don’t leave me baby just drop to your knees and please me baby
I’m fascinated two bitches so fine that I masturbated
Congratulations, she bring me so good that I graduated
They had to hate it
Unfold them niggas they plastic baby
I trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters baby
It’s tragic baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic baby
I’m savage baby, I’m killin’ these niggas closed casket baby

[Chorus: Quavo]
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek, yeah!

[Chorus]
I get so high I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain’t no problem
You chose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I’m your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don’t make it right
Get with your dog and make it right

[Verse 1]
We do pop ups had my back when I was locked up
I was glocked up
Niggas hate cause they can’t stop us
We was turnt up, gang war can’t knock us
Sliding in them DM’s tryna slide up on the oppas
I’m so nautious off them drugs, too high off them percocets
Tryna follow behind my cousin, I wasn’t focused yet
We would rob the robbers, kill the killers, label us a threat
Extort your big homie, like we from LAX
I was so high, I wish I replied to LA’s text
But we had jumped into them streets and made a mess
I was dressing my homies up for they funerals
Holding on they OGs tight, they did the most
Ducking from investigation, trying to keep my reputation
Give them my expiration, looking for inspiration
Pray for my generation, fuck Trump them bitches racist
Bought Rarris just to race it, yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I get so high I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain’t no problem
You chose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I’m your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don’t make it right
Get with your dog and make it right

[Verse 2]
Joking laugh all day to stop from crying
Keep my gun on me to stop from dying
Can’t listen to no rumors cause it block my mind
Can’t feed into that bullshit ain’t got the time
I know what I did boy, this life I enjoy
Why you pretend boy, this shit I live for it
You was hooked on drugs I was hooked on phonics
Signed to the streets I ain’t never go to college
Asked you for cash you ain’t never say you got it (damn)
But I gave you my last yeah
And I’m the same nigga since last year
I told my mom I can’t go down for this case
Got the same lawyer beat R. Kelly piss case
State’s attorney want me so bad
At the time I need you bad
Told myself ain’t going back
Told myself can’t go like that

[Chorus]
I get so high I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain’t no problem
You chose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I’m your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don’t make it right
Get with your dog and make it right

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 1]
High as the moon, fly as a kite
She want the pipe but she ain’t the type
I love these checks, the money’s my wife
Niggas be hatin, but that ain’t my life

I go ham on em, ham on em
They hate it when I stand on em, stand on em
They said I put that flame on em, flame on em
They sayin I done changed on em, changed on em

Nooo, same nigga same clique tho
Get brilla, fuck bitches, takin pics tho
I’m trappin out the bake they don’t get it tho
I see a real thick chica I’ma getta tho

They say I’m hella raw, well I’m from stanislaus
They put a roof over my city I’m bout to tear it off
I’m in that first class poppin bottles eatin toast
If you ain’t gone follow why you likin all my posts

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 2]
Man I’m on that no sleep, eyes red hella gone
The models in my DM say I’m hella on, kill em all
I just wanna gold faced rollie wit some diamonds
Lately I been really in them streets like a sidewalk

If come to a color I be chasin green
I put numbers on the board they ain’t ever seen
Goldie said if you wanna shmack do the footwork
So I used my brain bullets showed em how that book work

At the age of thirteen I was sellin dope
At the age of fourteen I got my first note
At the age of twenty one I was sellin hope
Ray Charles I can’t see myself bein broke

I live like erryday my birthday
I really drink champagne when im thirstay
I flex on these hoes you can call it fitness
So fresh I put plug it in outta business

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 3]
Sky is the limit, green light they can’t stop me
Errybody clones, everything I do they copy
Shoutout to my girl lay, I’m flyin out to LA
Celebrate at all times but we dont do holiday

What if we, what if we, shut up on the down play
Why you bein a negative Nancy no Holloway
I swear I dont know these hoes it must be a thursday
I’m dope spittin flames I treat beats like an ashtray

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

[Verse 1]
Good girl turned into a boss bitch
You could called it corrupted
I got bitches soaking wet like a ocean
And I didn’t even touch it
I ain’t even holler
I think she would wanna suck my collar
Got a dancer in the street like Caribana
That’s my navy blue Phantom
And Deadmihana go buy cars for the mandem
And TBH go buy me up Rihanna
Never listened to my teacher, never listened to the anthem
Pocket full of gold so I keep a cup of magnums
And I can chase these girls
[?]
Remember in her DM’s, now nigga I dodge ’em

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

[Verse 2]
Pressa need a mansion and a cottage
Pressa finna skip his life through college
[?] this ain’t Gucci, this ain’t Louis, that ain’t Pradas
Balmain, Giuseppe, Balenciagas
She the type to have her friends jealous
Cuz Pressa might just buy her a necklace
I don’t wanna chill and watch Netflix
You can save it for the guys on the friends list
She so bad got me in the girls change room
She so bad might just get me suspended
She the type to have a nigga rent it
But I never ever took it offensive
Pressa more realer than authentic
Broke her heart but I never ever meant it
Trust a bitch never thought for a second
So she can be my trophy reason why I bought a pendant

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 1]
I got ’em kissing, two video vixens
She want attention, she touching on my dick print
I got a mixed bitch, she pulled up with her best friend
Her daddy king pin, he can get the bricks in
I throw a party at the mansion like it’s Run’s house
When I’m in Benihana’s gotta get that Yum Sauce
She got that dome sauce, now take your Uggs off
Now take your bun off, now get me unsoft

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 2]
Hola, nice to meet you
Yeah you know they call me "Take Your Bitch"
And I been bout cappin’ and it’s R.I.P. to Bankroll Fresh
Ain’t no wasting time with anything I do, I make a check
Ain’t no wasting time I think she wanna pop the percocet
I think she geekin’, yeah she liked my recent
Yeah I send a DM, maybe we can be friends
She from Cleveland, her cousin from Four Seasons
I think she cheatin’, TLC, she creepin

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 1]
Early in the morning, I’m fucking with the gram
A message to the streets
I’m still a living man
I’m sorry for you haters, you need to get some money
Your bitch wrote on my page and told me that she love me
I see you in my DM’s
But I don’t read no DM’s
Two strippers in the bed
Go live so I could see em
I’m always in the picture I know you see me bitches
I know your status fake, you must be in your feelings

[Pre Hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 2]
I shout out all my niggas
Who juggen with the scrilla
I shout out to them bitches who comment on my pictures
I shout out all the cities
I fuck with real niggas
I’m smoking going live, might say some shit ridiculous
I see you on my line
You loving on my lingo
You comment I’m the sickest, you sending kiss and emo’s
They tagging in my name
That might just be the people
I know the feds is watching
So I don’t show my pistol

[Pre hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Verse 1]
Too many nights to remember
So many girls, I can’t count
Can’t keep track of these adventures
What has become of me now?
I thought each one was special
Oh, who am I kidding?
Why do the things feel so good?
That are so forbidden, okay
That’s enough of child’s play
I think it’s time to settle down
But the game won’t let me out

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Verse 2]
I’m feeling all kinds of pressure
My momma wants another grandchild
Can’t say I’m not making the effort
But these women keep calling me out
I guess I’m losing this battle
Oh, I’d be trippin’
Why do things that feel so good?
Put me in this position, okay
That’s enough of child’s play
I think it’s time to settle down (settle down)
But the game won’t let me out

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still (I’m still)
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up (lay up)
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Bridge]
Goes down way too many times in my DM
Gave me way too many signs, I ain’t see them
I just hope that I ain’t too late
I just hope that I ain’t sealed my fate
Oh baby, can I, can I pick it up?
Can I get back the love?
I really want to change my life
Girl, there’s nothing that I want more now
But the game won’t let me out

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up (lay up)
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Intro: Radiant Children]
Young man you’re a gonner
Caught up in California
You’ve been lookin’ for gold
But there’s nottin’ to hold
Tell me have you seen him
I want to tell’em how I’m feeling
Yeah I say (yeee)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you, I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 1:GoldLink]
Yeah she call me her hubby
She love me but she in California
Want to be the talk of the town, well move to California
Duck out just to fuck her, so nobody knows it’s California
Bottom feed me women, there’s so many they need marijuana
And some good head, and you tell’em turn they phone off
Tell them get so loose, then we catch them with their shirt off
Girl take that skirt off, now put on your work clothes
And baby put that guard down, we gonna piss the neighbors off
Then I gotta go, girl to catch you at your day job
Keep it all discreet, then I meet you in the nighttime
You smell like the summatime, finer than a glass of wine
You know that I speak in code, they don’t ever have to know
Keep it on the hush, hush Keep it on the DM
You slide down a poll, then i’m sliding down you TM
They don’t know no details, do you fine like detail
Imma blow your back out and your boyfriend get no details (yeah)

[Chorus: Radiant Children]
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 2:Wale]
(eeh)
She call me on her early, she yearning for it from California
I don’t got no girlfriend, but got some workers in California
I be in that [?] Cannabis California
And I be the prince of my city, bitch where my Apollonia
Been a poet that’s been preforming for deaf ears
Raf Simmons my sweat suit hear me loud clear
Back to back in a matte black
When I fuck and i call her back
When i’m stuck cause I think she left one of her glass slippers
Cinderella what’s your real intentions
You want to move to Calabasas but it’s too expensive
You want to be with Yeezy, Travis, Migos, or the Genis
You want to fuck a hunnid rappers if it gets you nearer
Keep it on the hush hush, keep it on the DL
I be in your dreams, but they be in your DMs
And my only weakness reefer or them females
Me and Goldlink second home is that 310

[Chorus: Radiant Children] (x2)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think of you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 1]
Early in the morning, I’m fucking with the gram
A message to the streets
I’m still a living man
I’m sorry for you haters, you need to get some money
Your bitch wrote on my page and told me that she love me
I see you in my DM’s
But I don’t read no DM’s
Two strippers in the bed
Go live so I could see em
I’m always in the picture I know you see me bitches
I know your status fake, you must be in your feelings

[Pre Hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 2]
I shout out all my niggas
Who juggen with the scrilla
I shout out to them bitches who comment on my pictures
I shout out all the cities
I fuck with real niggas
I’m smoking going live, might say some shit ridiculous
I see you on my line
You loving on my lingo
You comment I’m the sickest, you sending kiss and emo’s
They tagging in my name
That might just be the people
I know the feds is watching
So I don’t show my pistol

[Pre hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They gon’ be horny when we see them
They gon’ be horny when we see them
We got money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them
I got money now, now

[Verse 1: Nines]
Stretchin’ keys, don’t need to give my ‘nect the P’s
Them man are still preppin’ D’s
Come through with my neck on freeze
I ain’t browsing, I’m spending G’s
Them niggas starving, soon bill a tennis court in my garden
I ain’t scared when they Yay’s touchin’ cuh it’s less risky when you pay customs
If you had my chick, you’d probably never cheat
But I be smashin’ groupies on these Fendi sheets
Them rappers can’t keep up with me
Ten racks, I blew it like a cup of tea
My nigga Jojo be in that lambo
Anywhere I go then gang go
Always wanted a penthouse
Now I treat the penthouse like a bando

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them
We got money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They gon’ be horny when we see them
They gon’ be horny when we see them

[Verse 2: Nines]
Uh, whip up, made a fiend white the spoon
Hollywood lookin’ like the moon
Don’t think I’m gettin’ money now I won’t see a paigon and run him down
Now I’m on the rise
BMT, most the city love me just for being me
I went Africa, see niggas starve
Felt bad comin’ home business class
I make six figures every summer drought
Way before rap, I had one foot out
They don’t know how long I put ground work in
Now me and Skrapz soon be crowd surfing
Still riskin’ my freedom for my set
Re-up gang, I just wanna call the ‘nect
Hoes and dough nigga that’s all I get
Wasn’t like this when I was wearin’ Sports Direct

[Bridge]
We gon’ make it out the ends one day
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
Look at where I come from
Shit’s so real, real, real

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them

[Verse 1]
Police pat me down them bands all on me
Molly, purple drank is all that I need
Come get your bitch cause she dancing on me
I remember these bitches were laughing at me
Now she sucking, fucking, clapping for me
Hit me, DM, told she was a fan
I was nobody when I made "The Man"
Now when these bitches see me, know who I am
His bitch looking I think she a flirt
Owls inside my shoes and XO my shirt
Diss me once and you’ll be dead on the first
I’m staying clean but my squad doing dirt
I’m staying clean, let my squad do the dirt
Hating on me cause they can’t get a verse
Summertime, shitting on you in a ‘vert
My diamonds are water I’m smoking on Earth
‘Member my mama told me I’m the worst
When the check come in she seeing it first
Buy her a house, I’mma buy her a purse
Looking for handouts, don’t get on my nerves
You telling lies, I’m a man of my word
And your wifey just hit me but she getting curved
I’m wearing brand names that you never heard
How to get money, you never gon’ learn

[Bridge]
I found myself a plug when I was down in Cali
Cause I met some white girls sniffing coke up in the Valley
I’m sorry, I’m just really high, hi nice to meet you
I told her I just wanna fuck girl I don’t need it

[Hook]
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I might not go home I might just stay

[Verse 2]
Yeah I love LA
Met a baddie from the Bay
Suck and fuck all day
But she can’t call me bae
Smoking weed all day
In Beverly I stay
The weather got me feeling so good
That I put the Xans away
Started from the bottom
I just dropped the top
She want the molly, yeah I got ’em
His bitch gave me top
My shooter got a mop
Deading all your talks
I love getting stoned
My watch is full of rocks
She say "Nav, why you so hood?"
She don’t know about the Rex
Had to tell my squad to clean it up
I don’t wanna make a mess
Body coming home, he gon’ beat the case
So you know he know what’s next
Fucking up a check
Diamonds dancing on my neck

[Bridge]
I found myself a plug when I was down in Cali
Cause I met some white girls sniffing coke up in the Valley
I’m sorry, I’m just really high, hi nice to meet you
I told her I just wanna fuck girl I don’t need it

[Hook]
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I might not go home I might just stay

[Intro Part 1: Mike Tyson]
And life is all about a bluff
It’s almost like playing cards, like
I’d say it’s moreso than um, I’d say moreso than I’d say shooting dice
You know, because, you could change dices and stuff
But they can’t, they hard, they can’t mold
You know what I mean you just shooting, you shooting
Cards could bend, cards could bend like life
Us and life, we can bend
And even though we had a bad hand, that don’t mean we gon lose the fucking game

[Intro Part 2: Skyzoo]
Nod to it, nod to it, nod to it
Go ahead and not to it
I swear all the content is relatable, I swear
Just let it play it’s course
Okay

[Verse 1: Skyzoo]
Winning be the only thing they know you for
And then everything changes like you Okafor
And you playing your role and keeping hold of what they hold you on
Remind ’em what they know until they know you gone
Like do believe it, let your memory lock in
Like when locking the door soon as top become the topic
And she take all that off seeing how roomy the drop is
And I just want you all to feel the aura of the logic
We can keep this shit honest, we all about a profit
And I’m all kinda in love with the shit, like it’s a problem
’cause I seen how that problem, stood up on top of problems
Down for the count, I counted down and said "yo I’m in"
Til I’m in, a 911 Porsche without a 911 call
Round my way they go together like you rocking up a yard
And if the topic that I’m on isn’t quote on quote real
Then at least Apollo here to get a kill
And you can still nod to it

[Hook: Skyzoo]
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it

[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
Swear it’s like I’m Bleek Gilliam on the bridge hitting the trumpet
Playing "Sing Soweto" in repetition for comfort
Know I sing for payrolls, but stuck on how you dub it
Like if ever you should share this and it puts out a discussion
There’s a part of me that wants it to be everything that matters
Then there’s part of me that grew up where you win off whipping batter
But this don’t even matter, like why should we pretend
But if it came back up, then how should we begin?
In the thought of the greatest, with a story as vital
But when you get to aiming then they say you hit your rivals
I’m just aiming at making this shit here last forever
‘Least a Wu X, and returning a DM from a joint that’s Lisa Wu sketch
Do it how they taught us when they had us in the pocket
Said the aim will come in handy when they get away from logic
If the topic that I’m on isn’t quote on quote real
Then at least Apollo here to get the kill
And you can still nod to it

[Hook: Skyzoo]
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it, nod to it, nod to it
You can still nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
You can still nod to it

Man, tell me who’s this pretty young thing
Popping up all over the ground
I could see we got a couple same friends
And we from the same city
My, oh, my, now you just my type
With them lips like Kylie, so fine
E’rry post, gon’ give it that like
‘Til she notice

I just wanna know you real bad (Bad)
Can I pick you up, meet your dad? (Dad)
I just gotta make you mine
Get inside your timeline

She’s so proper, a head-knocker
What it do, after school
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
Put my picture on your locker
Tell your girls, I’ll tell my crew
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo

Man, now I’m creeping up in her DM
And I hope she ain’t got a boyfriend
‘Cause, girl, I really want a chance
To get to know you better
And, I, know if you give me the greenlight
Everything’s gon’ be alright
Like two stars way up in the sky
We’re so fly-y-y

I just wanna know you real bad (Bad)
Can I pick you up, meet your dad? (Dad)
I just gotta make you mine
Get inside your timeline
(Let me get it)

She’s so proper, a head-knocker
What it do, after school
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
Put my picture on your locker
Tell your girls, I’ll tell my crew
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo

She’s so proper, a head-knocker
What it do, after school (Yeah)
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
Put my picture on your locker
Tell your girls, I’ll tell my crew
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O

[Verse]
Hold up, what can I say
Barely wanna talk, gotta let the beat speak
Nigga asking "Yo Chris, where the beats be?"
Ain’t no hand out, why your hands out?
No deal, nigga, ‘less you got the bands out
In the DM, askin’ help her mans out
Unless you throwing some girl, you ain’t helping no
Perfect storm comin’ something like Nelson tho
Hold up nigga, I am a wave
No dance shit, I’m on the rave
On the road less travelled, nigga I’mma pave it
Rap going down, yeah nigga gotta save it
When I’m in the game, I’m ’bout to put it on hold
When I’m in this shit I’ve gotta leave ’em all froze
Yup nigga, my life a show
Really ’bout that life, sure that shit ain’t just for show
No hook, one verse, all I got for this
In the midst of greatness when you standin’ next to this
Lot of faith in myself, ain’t it evident
Swear man, this really be my element
Lately I ain’t really been feeling up to it
But, so unhappy when I don’t do it
Yeah, tryna live a life so sweet
Fuck it, I’mma go ahead and let the beat speak

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 1]
I got ’em kissing, two video vixens
She want attention, she touching on my dick print
I got a mixed bitch, she pulled up with her best friend
Her daddy king pin, he can get the bricks in
I throw a party at the mansion like it’s Run’s house
When I’m in Benihana’s gotta get that [?] sauce
She got that [?], now take your Uggs off
Now take your [?] off, now give me [?]

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 2]
Hold up, nice to meet you
Yeah you know they call me "Take Your Bitch"
And I [?] R.I.P. to [?]
Ain’t no wasting time with anything I do, I make a check
Ain’t no wasting time I think she wanna bang, she wanna
I think she geekin’, yeah she like my wrist and
Yeah I send a DM, maybe we can be friends
She from Cleveland, her cousin from Four Seasons
I think she cheatin’, tell I see she creepin’

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 1]
Nigga don’t tell me what you want
Think you calling shots? I make a call, nigga get you gone
Knew that was your girl but she a hoe and her pussy soak
Sound like macaroni in a bowl when she mix it up
Knew I was gon’ put it in song
We ain’t get to fuck
Think about when you leave her home
Where she really at?
Probably got location on your phone, she know where you at
A lot of niggas hatin’ on the boy
Why you really mad?
Is it cause I’m really putting on where my city at
Highbridge nigga from the Bronx where it be gritty at
I be smoking on gorilla glue and smoking GG pack
They don’t wanna free my nigga Nun but I know he be back

[Hook]
Bitches that I hit up in the DM never hit me back
Now they probably all up in my DM I don’t get to check
I could turn your girl into a demon, boy don’t get me mad
Fuck around and threw out all my singles when I heard it clap
Sound like macaroni in a bowl how she getting wet
When I met her said she was a fuckin’ bartender yeah
Then I saw her dancing on a pole, she a stripper yeah
Macaroni in a bowl, she be mixing, yeah

[Verse 2]
My nigga don’t tell me what to do
Mel went to school for shooting hoops and then he learned to shoot
Had to lock myself inside the booth, that’s how I kept my cool
Saw my nigga Quado on the news, that’s why I kept my tool
Don’t you try to tell me nothing nigga you don’t know me
Done with this bottle, fill me up I need another Rosé
Got to hit a couple hittas up when I’m by my lonely
I think they already know wassup, I don’t fuck with phonies
Lately I been running out of time, I need another rollie
Lately I been on the west-side, don’t need no other homies
Diamonds on my pinky finger blinding, all the bitches on me
I look at her and tell her call me, hold up matter fact

[Hook]
Bitches that I hit up in the DM never hit me back
Now they probably all up in my DM I don’t get to check
I could turn your girl into a demon, boy don’t get me mad
Fuck around and threw out all my singles when I heard it clap
Sound like macaroni in a bowl how she getting wet
When I met her said she was a fuckin’ bartender yeah
Then I saw her dancing on a pole, she a stripper yeah
Macaroni in a bowl, she be mixing, yeah

[Outro]
Macaroni in a bowl
The way she mix it up
They way she mix it in a bowl
They way she mix it up
Macaroni in a…mix it up

[Verse 1] Yo, I don’t play, this is not EA Minimum wage? Promoter, behave Make sure I’ve got a rider onstage And three hotel rooms, prepaid Got a big lyric called “what did he say?” When I start it, the crowd say “what did he say?” But I don’t repeat it on the third line But I hit ’em with the fourth like “what did he say?” Cause I’m grimy when I’m rhyming with my hood up In quick time and when I ride in, I get a pull-up If it’s a hype ting, we’ll slide in when I pull up DM sliding when I glide in, skrrt, pull up I does this, then man shoulda, woulda, coulda I got clarity, dem man dududududu I’m P Money in a snapback and my hood up But I’m Wiley to every single girl that I stood up, cause

[Verse 2] Yo, fam, let me tell you why I’m nang Probably the first grime man in Japan Every single MC that clashed me ran Left with their girlfriends, I left with their fans Money Over Everyone, yeah, that was me Put together dubstep and grime, that was me Bosnia, Russia, Australia, Croatia Can’t forget Germany, bro, that was me If you wanna spar me, you are barmy, you need an army You ain’t dark, G, can’t dark me cause I’m a darkie Can’t harm me, run up, charge me or disarm me I’m old school but I ain’t Atari, bro, wallahi My conservative labour works more than a party Nah, G, on my own, I was calling the party Humble with it, but I’ll get a D Double rewind If you might see me go back to being nasty

[Verse 3] Like yo, let me tell you why I’m cold Made a lot of bangers, [?] “Slang Like This”, man, you already know “10/10” now, you already know Younger than them but I was one of the seniors Badded up festivals and I done arenas They ain’t even done this and they was on a major I ain’t even dropped no album, idiots Zim zimma, I was getting bigger and bigger They couldn’t say I weren’t the winner when I got in the bimmer They can’t buy my style, I’ll six-figure the bidder They call me chinchilla cause I’ll put their chin on a chiller, it’s mad Are you hearing the way I’ve been flowing? It’s mad All the rates and the raves I’ve been going, it’s mad Lowkey at the show so we go in the back When your chick picks me up, we go in the back

[Intro: Lil Durk] She gon’ be 100, hol’ that muthafucka down (?) you how that shit go street nigga Know what I’m sayin’?

[Hook: Lil Durk] She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it We don’t go back and forth about private shit And she be on my block with all the packs and shit I got a street bitch I teach her all I know, she a street bitch She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

[Verse 1: Lil Durk] See her friend and shit, I kick her ’round like Pam and shit And I can’t stand that bitch, she tweakin’ off them Xans and shit, And I’m the man and shit A hunnid like them cancers sticks Street nigga, but I be on some romantic shit She on snap wit it, I’m from the back wit it She don’t like these rappers, but she be into these trap niggas Tell me who be all behind my back wit it In her DM and I’ll (?) with him These niggas hoes, I’ll slap niggas Bought my bitch a Birkin cause she worth it Taught her how to be cheap, cause ain’t nobody perfect She held me down when I was locked up She was with me in the kitchen when that (?) locked up She crazy, she a pop up

[Hook: Lil Durk] She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it We don’t go back and forth about private shit And she be on my block with all the packs and shit I got a street bitch I teach her all I know, she a street bitch She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

[Verse 2: Dej Loaf] I done learned the whole game, he done taught me everythang Do more, talk less, never say no names Beat his case like OJ, got him out his old ways Whippin’ work in the kitchen, call that gourmet Playin’ with the pussy pistols, call that foreplay Fuck him after long days, never leave him horny Every time he call me, pick up right away Why the Bentley in the driveway? Always gettin’ my way Bitches be tryin’ it, I’m his homie, lover, friend You can’t deny it baby, we thuggin’ till the end Married to the streets, money in the rubber band Ain’t nothin’ like the D, I be tuggin’ on his pants

[Hook: Lil Durk] She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it We don’t go back and forth about private shit And she be on my block with all the packs and shit I got a street bitch I teach her all I know, she a street bitch She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

(Chorus) Put them bright lights I shine on them Put them bright lights on Put them bright lights on it’s my moment Put them bright lights on (X2) Do it one time for the squad

(Marcus Stroman) In the lights I hit them switch Fifty thousand when I’m dealing in the Six And you know they locked in on every pitch Life got the crazy boy tagging me in pics They think they get to me me but they ain’t ever stressin me Cooking in the lab and you know I got the recipe Momma always texting me but I don’t always get to see But trust me she already know I got the message seen Love my family and my circle shout my Steve’s where the Urkel You know im workin with a purpose for certain Tell my doubters turn it louder perfect Riding with my team don’t be slidin in my DM’s Cuz you know I ain’t gon’ read em anyway You know I got the tunnel vision I don’t see the competition If I want it then I get it anyway

(Chorus X2) Do it one time for the squad

(Mike Stud) Ok I don’t hear the things they say about us Thank you momma thank you poppa All the things you taught us made us stronger I just tried to make you prouder They sippin me constantly I wake em up You think I was in the monogamy cuz i ain’t gave a fuck Ugh feel like how the hell we make it here Everytime the ball drop I just throw my favorite year And i don’t ever fumble got the drive to take it there On a couple Lakers out in LA like a Laker yeah Ugh don’t bother callin won’t bother texting Pray they get the message and I made a couple dreams Outta bad brakes talking deals with the team over crab legs Gotta cash safe just to keep the cash safe Only brightside of Donald Trump is for tax breaks And the only spot I’ve never been is last place Livin fast pace in the fast lane Now I came from the diamond only ride or shine They be catchin’ feelings I just catch a five Talk good of town even when I’m not around Cuz I’m still makin plays even when I’m outta bounds

Put them bright lights I shine on them Put them bright lights on Put them bright lights on it’s my moment Put them bright lights on (X2) Do it one time for the squad YEEEEUH

(Chorus)
Put them bright lights I shine on them
Put them bright lights on
Put them bright lights on it’s my moment
Put them bright lights on (X2)
Do it one time for the squad

(Marcus Stroman)
In the lights I hit them switch
Fifty thousand when I’m dealing in the Six
And you know they locked in on every pitch
Life got the crazy boy tagging me in pics
They think they get to me me but they ain’t ever stressin me
Cooking in the lab and you know I got the recipe
Momma always texting me but I don’t always get to see
But trust me she already know I got the message seen
Love my family and my circle shout my Steve’s where the Urkel
You know im workin with a purpose for certain
Tell my doubters turn it louder perfect
Riding with my team don’t be slidin in my DM’s
Cuz you know I ain’t gon’ read em anyway
You know I got the tunnel vision I don’t see the competition
If I want it then I get it anyway

(Chorus X2) Do it one time for the squad

(Mike Stud)
Ok I don’t hear the things they say about us
Thank you momma thank you poppa
All the things you taught us made us stronger
I just tried to make you prouder
They sippin me constantly I wake em up
You think I was in the monogamy cuz i ain’t gave a fuck
Ugh feel like how the hell we make it here
Everytime the ball drop I just throw my favorite year
And i don’t ever fumble got the drive to take it there
On a couple Lakers out in LA like a Laker yeah
Ugh don’t bother callin won’t bother texting
Pray they get the message and I made a couple dreams
Outta bad brakes talking deals with the team over crab legs
Gotta cash safe just to keep the cash safe
Only brightside of Donald Trump is for tax breaks
And the only spot I’ve never been is last place
Livin fast pace in the fast lane
Now I came from the diamond only ride or shine
They be catchin’ feelings I just catch a five
Talk good of town even when I’m not around
Cuz I’m still makin plays even when I’m outta bounds

Put them bright lights I shine on them
Put them bright lights on
Put them bright lights on it’s my moment
Put them bright lights on (X2)
Do it one time for the squad YEEEEUH

[Pre-verse]
Yeah, yeah, uh
I need to learn commitment, woah
I need to quit my joking, yeah
I need a bowl of bitches, uh
I swear my mind been floating
Ain’t tryna fuck this bread up, no
I need to get more focused, yea
I need to smoke forever, yeah
I need to sand my roaches, uh

[Verse 1]
Talking empty homes with a fridge in it
Talking juice cartons with a sip in it
Talking ham sandwich with the chips in it I admit nigga
I’m a food stamp popping white tee rocking
Swat me shopping
Instagram watching, DM hopping
Niggas know the deal
Now they know I got it, now they know I got it, woo
I used to be so humble, woah
I need to call my momma, yeah
I need to get my girl back, uh
I need to weigh my options, yeah
Saying God sent to a moshpit
Talking young niggas with the nonsense
That’s capri-sun’s with the hot chips, then the plot twists
From a gameboy playing, sidekick aiming
Church boy singing, Westside banging, girlfriend taking
Niggas know the deal I ain’t gotta say, it I ain’t gotta say it, no
I need a rap nigga just to mention me
I’ma finish him keep it industry
Just don’t intervene what my nigga needs
What a nigga need is a lot
I need a bunch of new fans just so I can go say that I pop, say that I pop
I need for y’all to stop tryna compare me to niggas I’m not, cos really I’m not
I need to stop using uber and go take my ass to the lot, straight to the lot
The homie just offered a brick I’m like fuck it I’m taking my shot, I’m taking my shot

[Bridge]
I need to find my balance, uh
I need to fix my vision, yeah
I need to find new content, uh
I can’t keep downing women, no
I’m a nike slipper wearing sweat pant thugging
Once a year clubbing, homegirl fucking, homeboy plugging
Long as niggas hustling I ain’t saying nothing no, no no

[Chorus: Boogie + Dana Williams]
No, I need something that’s gon make me feel for real inside
For real inside, oh yeah, uh
No, no, no I need something thats gon heal my pride, to heal my pride, oh yeah, uh
Oh I need something that make me feel a certain way
Make me feel a certain way, a certain way
Oh I need something that make me feel a certain way
Make me feel a certain way, a certain way

[Chorus: Devin Cruise] All my diamonds glistening All my haters pissed at me All these ladies kissing me Tonight gon’ go down in history All I know is victory Finger to my enemies I got my whole click with me Tonight gon’ go down in history

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods] Ok this the situation You ain’t fucking ain’t no visitation I’m just tryna make tonight amazing Eddie Murphy I just want relations Can you top me off while I just roll this weed All about whatever’s how you supposed to be I love all my niggas keep ’em close to me Bitch I been a player ain’t no coaching me I got all my jewelry on, baby tell me what we on Ain’t nobody put me on Bitch I had a cracking phone [Chorus: Devin Cruise] All my diamonds glistening All my haters pissed at me All these ladies kissing me Tonight gon’ go down in history All I know is victory Finger to my enemies I got my whole click with me Tonight gon’ go down in history

[Verse 2: Chevy Woods] Got your baby mama in my DM Telling me she ready for the weekend She just hit me told me y’all ain’t speaking Ain’t had it in a while and now she tweaking Two door coupe I drop the top her hair gon’ blow Head all on my lap as she put on a show Now I’m on this green like where you tryna go She just told me somewhere that nobody knows I got all my jewelry on, baby tell me what we on Ain’t nobody put me on Bitch I had a cracking phone

[Chorus: Devin Cruise] All my diamonds glistening All my haters pissed at me All these ladies kissing me Tonight gon’ go down in history All I know is victory Finger to my enemies I got my whole click with me Tonight gon’ go down in history

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
You only had a few niggas
You ain’t rachet like them other bitches
You ain’t got no kids
You say you’ve never had a dick this big
This big
Said she never had a dick this big
You ain’t got no kids
And you never had a dick this big
[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Give ’em long dick, I need a deep throat
Talking here while the heat throw
Shooting at her face like a free throw
Now girls want the freak show
I got that make you cum out of your body
Dick done got her 100 miles and running
Dick up in her, fucking up her stomach
Finger in her booty, I’ma thumb it
I’m up at Luv’s and I’m straight cashin’
When she throw it back I just hit it and I pass it
She on whatever I’m on, ain’t ask it
And when I get the pussy, gotta put it in the casket

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
You only had a few niggas
You ain’t rachet like them other bitches
You ain’t got no kids
You say you’ve never had a dick this big
This big
Said she never had a dick this big
You ain’t got no kids
And you never had a dick this big

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Go ‘head ask about me, she gon’ say I’m the shit
I pop pills and I fucked her, I bet she never forget
I caught her fresh out the shower
You know the pussy is power
And Bryson Tiller went off, I’ve been in that pussy an hour
Ay, these bitches fuck with me, wanna see ’em?
They’ve been all in my DM, nigga AM through the PM
Attract the bees with the honey
Get the hoes with the money
First the diamonds is blinking
Then the bitch get to thinking
I should fuck with a real nigga
Come up with a real nigga
Live it up with a real nigga
Grind till the paper all straight
Bag some up, sell some of the shit, weight, wait

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
You only had a few niggas
You ain’t rachet like them other bitches
You ain’t got no kids
You say you’ve never had a dick this big
This big
Said she never had a dick this big
You ain’t got no kids
And you never had a dick this big

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl take off them panties
I’m a grown man, understand me
Yeah, hit her with the long dick
She take it to the throat like a bong rip
Yeah, all the way down
You keep coming like K rounds
Ass up, face down
Go deep in the bitch, make her say owww
I be stroking
You niggas jacking off with lotion (ugh)
Niggas looking for a handout
Your bitch on the floor getting maxed out
Bam-bam-bow
Girl look back at it, how you like me now?
Smack you on the booty while you getting choked out
Hit it from the back with my fingers in your mouth, uh

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
You only had a few niggas
You ain’t rachet like them other bitches
You ain’t got no kids
You say you’ve never had a dick this big
This big
Said she never had a dick this big
You ain’t got no kids
And you never had a dick this big

Chicken is burning [?] She can cook, till I [?] it in person In the DM, she had me putting that work in You’re not a wifey, you’re just an Instagram version Now I’m eating that Colonel Two piece and a pack of that herbal I used to stunt in pics, then I nearly got burgled Now all of my pictures are a little bit personal White socks pon’ feet, you know I mess with that Persil Dude with the million dollar plans, even though my money’s quite hurtful No spit, I was out of my circle Post on the strip, we was looking for Squirtles That’s not banter This eediat put ice in my Fanta Threw it in his face, cah’ man can’t have that This girl said we’re mates, just cos’ man’s clapped Man don’t powder, dark like Ghana One youth slapped my boy, I said he shouldn’t have that Then he looked at me and said you should’ve backed man So I looked at him like “he’s hench, are you mad, fam?” Grab it and turn it, curl it Stand like you’re fearless Hitting like Skepta did, until you’re hot like a furnace Grabbing that German Whip, banging Ed Sherman Her pits were sweating buckets, nose started burning I just picked up my club, now we asking for sterling Trapping ain’t working, honeys keep curving Man are so merky, caught clothes like we’re earning But keep all the tags on, so we can return em’ [Outro] Ayo Giggs Remix my tune again and then bring it out before my tune comes out, yeah? They’ll be problems innit’ Not “Whippin’ Excursion” it’s “Chicken is Burning”, rudeboy Yeah? Ay’ no, I’m joking, I’m joking Don’t come after me, innit’